Back when I was in highschool I had a oneitis named Fatima, some of you may already know that because it's where the 'Fatima' part of the name 'Fatimacel' comes from to clarify, maybe some of you thought my username was 'Fat I'm A Cel' 
Of course I've been told it's very cucked but I was originally going to name myself Oneitiscel but that was already taken by @Oneitiscel so instead I decided to be more literal and just name myself after my oneitis directly.
Anyway moving forwards, there isn't really much to tell so I'll just give you all some background on the foid I consider my oneitis. She had or more accurately has green eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin tone, pointy straight nose and I guess I'd say she had very sharp features and a feminine face overall, cold and uninviting though. When she would smile or laugh it'd be the complete opposite though, she looked really cute and gentle when smiling. Her body was very thin but she dressed very modestly, usually in a hoodie so it was hard to tell about her other features. There were a few times I saw her in a normal shirt however and I could see that her tits were maybe medium sized. She never wore any tight pants so it was hard for me to get a good deduction about her ass, I concluded that it was small but well-shaped based on the few good glimpses I got.
She was a once in a lifetime beauty, a rare gem in a sea of coal, beckies and landwhales, the usual inhabitants of this hell we call New York. I have a feeling that if the people who call me cucked caught a glimpse of her, they'd understand my longing and desire for her that has held firm for so many years.
And the best part, she was a virgin. Hell, there's a good chance she still might be. After stalking all of her socials I've never seen a picture of her with a man. And back in highschool she was never in a relationship, in fact she was one of those foids who was "focused on muh career and studies" usually I'd think a foid would be lying if she said this to me but I believed it from her for one very simple reason. All the guys in my school were ugly, and I believe the Juggernaut law was in full force here. She was too much of a gigastacy, all the deathnics at my HS realized they had no chance in hell with her. Even when I would follow her after school I wouldn't see her with any boys, occasionally I'd see her with her foid friends though. Perhaps she was a lesbian all along... Never thought of that possibility before but at least I don't get cucked that way. Of course there were guys orbiting her at school but they were all in the friendzone because they were all pretty ugly and one of them was a gay black nigga lol. On top of the fact she was a Muslim, she didn't wear a hijab or anything but she probably feared her family and perhaps Allah enough that she didn't try to find a chad to deflower her.
At first, her being way out of my league deterred me from developing any feelings for her, I knew it would only lead to pain. But that all changed when I learned something seemingly insignificant. I learned that she was a Pakistani and a Pashtun just like me, I had assumed prior to this that she was maybe Turkish, Arab or maybe just white. Learning that she was the same flavor of subhuman as me, cut from the same cloth gave me a bit of hope that maybe there was a chance even for a sub 5 ogre like me.
Despite my intense feelings for her, I could never bring myself to talk to her. Even back then when I wasn't blackpilled, I knew that it was over. It was easier to just fantasize about brutally raping her, making her virgin pussy bleed while she struggled and moaned begging me to stop while holding back her pleasure.
Obviously I had more socially acceptable fantasies about us spending our life together happily, creating a version of her that never really existed and will never exist because all women are the same. The former is more realistic than the latter though, and I considered actually going through with it many times. I had nothing to lose after all, and I could take everything from her.
But as you all can see, I'm still here, rotting. While she lives the rest of her days in blissful ignorance, never realizing how close she came to being despoiled by a sub 5 and filled with my kids.
I believe I mentioned this earlier but I never really talked to her, we talked face to face once when we were forced to do a project together in a group and she was trying to get my input on something. I didn't really answer though, I stayed quiet and iirc I just told her "Go with whatever" I didn't care, I was content to just do my work in silence and it made me very uneasy to converse with her. That reminds me, whenever we would make eye contact (usually when I was trying to sneak in a look of her face) I would immediately feel deeply unsettled and guilty. Like I said before, her neutral expression was very cold and uninviting, almost like she was judging everyone. In every crystalline speck of her emerald eyes I could feel her raw hatred, disgust and maybe fear for me. She also always had this slight look of sadness which made it even worse. It felt like she was looking into into my very soul, judging every intimate fantasy I had about her. An eerie experience that can't really be accurately described. If I had ever raped her, I definitely would have cut out her eyes first. Kind of like that one Edgar Allen Poe story where the narrator kills an old man because he doesn't like his eyes. Except I did like her eyes... The problem was her gaze itself.
I think that's enough background information for now, maybe way too much to be honest but I needed to get all of this off my chest somehow. Moving on to the actual story which is so quick it doesn't really justify all the foreplay and exposition dumping before it.
After a long day of school we were finally dismissed and I started walking out of the classroom, I'm pretty sure I was deep in thought thinking about video games probably. As I got to the doorway, it happened, she touched my shoulder. I was zoned out but her touching me with her hands completely zoned me back in. I assume she was reaching for one of her friends for whatever reason but she accidentally planted her hand on my shoulder. I turned away and held back my smile. That single touch completely made my day. There was still one class left and I dealt with it and went home, fantasizing about her all the while.
When I finally got home I didn't really know how to commemorate this momentous occasion, but it did become clear to me eventually. My retarded logic was that if she touched my jacket (which was over my shoulder at the time) with the same hands that she used to finger her tight virgin pussy, and if I rubbed my cock over that spot on my jacket and humped it a bit before masturbating, it'd be kind of like having sex and losing my virginity to her. So that's what I did, for hours I held back my cum but when it finally came out it was maybe the best bust of my life, probably enhanced by how horny I was after the touch. And I thought about fucking her the whole time.
Anyways even after I moved out of my parent's place and basically became estranged, I kept that jacket as a momento. Never did anything degenerate with it again, that was a one time only thing but it represents the most affection I ever got from a foid jfl.
I'm not really sure how to end this, it was a long spergout schizopost that I'm not really expecting anyone to fully read. I just needed to let all this out after keeping it bottled up for like half a decade. This is the one place that I was sure wouldn't completely judge me. I'm sure some will say it's foid worship and cucked but let me tell you this: I hate my oneitis just as much as I hate every other foid. The truth is that I liked her face and body and never the shallow whore behind it.
There are a lot of fakecels in this world who'll pretend to be your brocels and then stab you in the back at the first sign of affection by a 3/10 used up roastie. I swear to all of you on everything I hold dear that even if I was offered by the Devil a lifelong stable happy relationship with my oneitis, my virgin pakistani princess, where she'd never cheat or look at another man at the cost of one of my brocel's lives, I wouldn't take the deal. I'd rather kill that perfect version of her if it meant sparing one of you. Even one of the fuckers on here who openly hate on me. The life of a brocel is worth more than a shallow transactional relationship with a foid will ever be worth. I'd go as far as to say that one brocel life is worth a billion foid lives. And I think that's a good note to end it on, bros before hoes, even if she's your one true love. Foid love is one hell of a drug, and an addicting one at that which will give you severe tunnel vision. But always remember that even if you lose everything else in this life, this forum will always be here for you and all of your brocels alongside it. I remember even when @Dr. Autismo went homeless he continued to post on here.
And to those who managed to stomach the whole schizo rant and make it here sincerely, thank you
Of course I've been told it's very cucked but I was originally going to name myself Oneitiscel but that was already taken by @Oneitiscel so instead I decided to be more literal and just name myself after my oneitis directly.
Anyway moving forwards, there isn't really much to tell so I'll just give you all some background on the foid I consider my oneitis. She had or more accurately has green eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin tone, pointy straight nose and I guess I'd say she had very sharp features and a feminine face overall, cold and uninviting though. When she would smile or laugh it'd be the complete opposite though, she looked really cute and gentle when smiling. Her body was very thin but she dressed very modestly, usually in a hoodie so it was hard to tell about her other features. There were a few times I saw her in a normal shirt however and I could see that her tits were maybe medium sized. She never wore any tight pants so it was hard for me to get a good deduction about her ass, I concluded that it was small but well-shaped based on the few good glimpses I got.
She was a once in a lifetime beauty, a rare gem in a sea of coal, beckies and landwhales, the usual inhabitants of this hell we call New York. I have a feeling that if the people who call me cucked caught a glimpse of her, they'd understand my longing and desire for her that has held firm for so many years.
And the best part, she was a virgin. Hell, there's a good chance she still might be. After stalking all of her socials I've never seen a picture of her with a man. And back in highschool she was never in a relationship, in fact she was one of those foids who was "focused on muh career and studies
" usually I'd think a foid would be lying if she said this to me but I believed it from her for one very simple reason. All the guys in my school were ugly, and I believe the Juggernaut law was in full force here. She was too much of a gigastacy, all the deathnics at my HS realized they had no chance in hell with her. Even when I would follow her after school I wouldn't see her with any boys, occasionally I'd see her with her foid friends though. Perhaps she was a lesbian all along... Never thought of that possibility before but at least I don't get cucked that way. Of course there were guys orbiting her at school but they were all in the friendzone because they were all pretty ugly and one of them was a gay black nigga lol. On top of the fact she was a Muslim, she didn't wear a hijab or anything but she probably feared her family and perhaps Allah enough that she didn't try to find a chad to deflower her. At first, her being way out of my league deterred me from developing any feelings for her, I knew it would only lead to pain. But that all changed when I learned something seemingly insignificant. I learned that she was a Pakistani and a Pashtun just like me, I had assumed prior to this that she was maybe Turkish, Arab or maybe just white. Learning that she was the same flavor of subhuman as me, cut from the same cloth gave me a bit of hope that maybe there was a chance even for a sub 5 ogre like me.
Despite my intense feelings for her, I could never bring myself to talk to her. Even back then when I wasn't blackpilled, I knew that it was over. It was easier to just fantasize about brutally raping her, making her virgin pussy bleed while she struggled and moaned begging me to stop while holding back her pleasure.
Obviously I had more socially acceptable fantasies about us spending our life together happily, creating a version of her that never really existed and will never exist because all women are the same. The former is more realistic than the latter though, and I considered actually going through with it many times. I had nothing to lose after all, and I could take everything from her.
But as you all can see, I'm still here, rotting. While she lives the rest of her days in blissful ignorance, never realizing how close she came to being despoiled by a sub 5 and filled with my kids.
I believe I mentioned this earlier but I never really talked to her, we talked face to face once when we were forced to do a project together in a group and she was trying to get my input on something. I didn't really answer though, I stayed quiet and iirc I just told her "Go with whatever" I didn't care, I was content to just do my work in silence and it made me very uneasy to converse with her. That reminds me, whenever we would make eye contact (usually when I was trying to sneak in a look of her face) I would immediately feel deeply unsettled and guilty. Like I said before, her neutral expression was very cold and uninviting, almost like she was judging everyone. In every crystalline speck of her emerald eyes I could feel her raw hatred, disgust and maybe fear for me. She also always had this slight look of sadness which made it even worse. It felt like she was looking into into my very soul, judging every intimate fantasy I had about her. An eerie experience that can't really be accurately described. If I had ever raped her, I definitely would have cut out her eyes first. Kind of like that one Edgar Allen Poe story where the narrator kills an old man because he doesn't like his eyes. Except I did like her eyes... The problem was her gaze itself.
I think that's enough background information for now, maybe way too much to be honest but I needed to get all of this off my chest somehow. Moving on to the actual story which is so quick it doesn't really justify all the foreplay and exposition dumping before it.
After a long day of school we were finally dismissed and I started walking out of the classroom, I'm pretty sure I was deep in thought thinking about video games probably. As I got to the doorway, it happened, she touched my shoulder. I was zoned out but her touching me with her hands completely zoned me back in. I assume she was reaching for one of her friends for whatever reason but she accidentally planted her hand on my shoulder. I turned away and held back my smile. That single touch completely made my day. There was still one class left and I dealt with it and went home, fantasizing about her all the while.
When I finally got home I didn't really know how to commemorate this momentous occasion, but it did become clear to me eventually. My retarded logic was that if she touched my jacket (which was over my shoulder at the time) with the same hands that she used to finger her tight virgin pussy, and if I rubbed my cock over that spot on my jacket and humped it a bit before masturbating, it'd be kind of like having sex and losing my virginity to her. So that's what I did, for hours I held back my cum but when it finally came out it was maybe the best bust of my life, probably enhanced by how horny I was after the touch. And I thought about fucking her the whole time.
Anyways even after I moved out of my parent's place and basically became estranged, I kept that jacket as a momento. Never did anything degenerate with it again, that was a one time only thing but it represents the most affection I ever got from a foid jfl.
I'm not really sure how to end this, it was a long spergout schizopost that I'm not really expecting anyone to fully read. I just needed to let all this out after keeping it bottled up for like half a decade. This is the one place that I was sure wouldn't completely judge me. I'm sure some will say it's foid worship and cucked but let me tell you this: I hate my oneitis just as much as I hate every other foid. The truth is that I liked her face and body and never the shallow whore behind it.
There are a lot of fakecels in this world who'll pretend to be your brocels and then stab you in the back at the first sign of affection by a 3/10 used up roastie. I swear to all of you on everything I hold dear that even if I was offered by the Devil a lifelong stable happy relationship with my oneitis, my virgin pakistani princess, where she'd never cheat or look at another man at the cost of one of my brocel's lives, I wouldn't take the deal. I'd rather kill that perfect version of her if it meant sparing one of you. Even one of the fuckers on here who openly hate on me. The life of a brocel is worth more than a shallow transactional relationship with a foid will ever be worth. I'd go as far as to say that one brocel life is worth a billion foid lives. And I think that's a good note to end it on, bros before hoes, even if she's your one true love. Foid love is one hell of a drug, and an addicting one at that which will give you severe tunnel vision. But always remember that even if you lose everything else in this life, this forum will always be here for you and all of your brocels alongside it. I remember even when @Dr. Autismo went homeless he continued to post on here.
And to those who managed to stomach the whole schizo rant and make it here
sincerely, thank you
